What Frightens Me
“I look at this anthill and wonder if men are still capable of love.” (Frances Farmer)
“I look at this anthill and wonder if men are still capable of love.” (Frances Farmer)
Intelligence everywhere, love and beauty for your plenty and upliftment.
The friends we’ve had all look like Juan Matus. The Maestro even more.
Consumed by an inner fire, they disappear, free, as if they had never existed.
Irrational is the other name of madness. Scary isn’it? Difficult matter. Disturbing but capital.
We have several lives and several bodies: at least eight. Only one is visible: the physical body.
Your life is before you like an ocean. You don’t see the shore. My life too is an ocean, but behind me.
The witchcraft I’m talking about is not that of our countryside
The Angel has great power, which is only natural for her
The brain interprets the signals of the senses through the filter of our prejudices.
Those who bother me are removed. Conversely, my helpers are rewarded.
As soon as you succeed, the nightmare begins. You find yourself naked.